Vinka's Library of Mind

The place we used to hangout Pic of me was taken by him     For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesn’t begin at all.  ―  Haruki Murakami,  Norwegian Wood I agree with that statement. As of now, I'm feeling it too, starting to love someone since the first time he told me that Norwegian Wood is his favorite Beatles song. The more I discover about him, the more my affection grows. His manner of speaking, his thoughts, the way he treats me, his talents, style, hair, laughter, soft snores, voice, dreams, taste in music, choice of books, idols, art—every facet of him captivates my heart. Have you ever felt such a strong liking for someone that your chest hurts? That's how I feel about him. I don't know how to describe it, but my feelings are undeniable. But, on the one hand, there's a fear lingering within. Some say beauty fades quickly, and I worry about the possibility of him slipping away one day. Like a r

Since childhood, she bore witness to pain scattered like autumn leaves, compelled to navigate a life veiled in mysteries beyond her tender understanding. The little girl, with no power to seek solace from those around her or run away. Even though it touched her and fostered her with affection, the storm around her remained loud and boisterous a cacophony echoing in the chambers of her soul. Like coral clinging to existence amid crashing waves, she diligently covered her wounds, layer upon layer. As sadness persists into the present, it clings to a heart adorned with countless patches. May time unfold gently, with the grace to soften the edges and bestow kindness upon the journey ahead. -VIC